parasites
Lessons From The Sludge
Summertime makes me think of all the food and music festivals I’ve enjoyed over the years. I recall one particularly soggy Jazz & Heritage Festival in New Orleans, especially. Where I waited 30 minutes and to eat a $15 crabmeat Po’ boy….
In Fear of Lice
My fear of lice is partially irrational because I have never had them, but I have known many families who have been afflicted, and I am smart enough to know that I never want to meet a dirty, blood-sucking louse. I have heard the tales of woe: how the damn things keep coming back even after people used creams and picked-nits and bagged favorite pillows, washed towels and linens, even threw out hair brushes, combs and expensive hair accessories. I have long, thick, curly hair and it seems like clippers would be inevitable. Like Samson, I am nothing without my hair, so every time that damn letter comes home saying someone in my child’s class has contracted lice, I feel a little sick inside. …